Playing in the valleys,
And running through the trees,
Pawing at the ground,
With good feelings all around,
These are the beautiful ponies.
They frolic here and there,
Sniffing at the air,
Prancing up and down,
Never wearing a frown,
All are given loving care.
Napping in the shade,
Watching the sunlight fade,
Smiles on their faces,
Remembering fun places,
After the game is played.















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